  On going with the Volunteer Association, from Gateshead to Newcastle, on permanent Duty. By John Shield, of Newcastle. Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet! Aw’s fourc’d three weeks to leave thee; Aw’s doon for parm’ent duty set, O dinna let it grieve thee! Ma hinny! wipe them e’en, sae breet, That mine wi’ love did dazzle; When thy heart’s sad can mine be leet! Come, ho’way get a jill o’ beer, Thy heart to cheer: An’ when thou sees me mairch away, Whiles in, whiles out O’ step, nae doot, “Bob Cranky’s gane—” thou’lt sobbing say, “A sougering to Newcassel!” Come, dinna, dinna whinge and whipe, Like yammering Isbel Macky; Cheer up, ma hinny! leet thy pipe, And take a blast o’ backy! It’s but for yen and twenty days, The foulks’s een aw’ll dazzle,— Prood, swagg’ring i’ my fine reed claes: Odds heft! my pit claes—dist thou hear? Are waurse o’ wear; Mind cloot them weel, when aw’s away; An’ a posie gown Aw’ll buy thee soon, An’ thou’s drink thy tea—aye, twice a-day, When aw come frae Newcassel. Becrike! aw’s up tiv every rig, Sae dinna doot, ma hinny! But at the Blue stane o’ the Brig Aw’ll ha’e ma mairching Ginny. A Ginny! wuks! sae strange a seet Ma een wi’ joy will dazzle; But aw’ll hed spent that verra neet— For money, hinny! owre neet to keep, Wad brick ma sleep: Sae, smash! aw thinks’t a wiser way, Wi’ flesh and beer Mysel’ to cheer, The lang three weeks that aw’ve to stay, A sougering at Newcassel. But whisht! the sairgent’s tongue aw hear, “Fa’ in! fa’ in!” he’s yelpin: The fifes are whusslin’ lood an’ clear, An’ sair the drums they’re skelpin. Fareweel, ma comely! aw mun gang, The Gen’ral’s een to dazzle; But, hinny! if the time seems lang, And thou freets about me neet an’ day; Then come away, Seek out the yell-house where aw stay, An’ we’ll kiss and cuddle; An’ mony a fuddle Sall drive the langsome hours away, When sougering at Newcassel. |
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